It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists-Chapter 434: The Spiritual Dragons Karmic Fire

But now, the ‘Friend of Villains’ was reacting to Wei Mengrou.

Oh, wait…

It wasn’t reacting to Wei Mengrou, but to the Primordial Witch.

Mu Zhian turned to look at Wei Mengrou, who had changed into a black dress and was now sitting by the hot spring, her legs slightly apart, a charming blush on her beautiful face.

Her long hair cascaded down, a strand falling across her ample bosom, giving her a homely air.

She seemed less cold and more alluring.

Mu Zhian couldn’t tell whether she was the Primordial Witch or Wei Mengrou.

Or perhaps a combination of both.

Why is the Friend of Villains reacting to Mengrou…? Mu Zhian wondered.

“What’s wrong?”

Seemingly sensing his gaze, Wei Mengrou glanced at him, her voice melodious and captivating, like a witch’s whisper.

Mu Zhian snapped out of his thoughts. “Are you the Primordial Witch or yourself, Mengrou?”

“The Primordial Witch and I are one. Your question is strange,” Wei Mengrou looked at him, puzzled.

That’s true. The Primordial Witch was Wei Mengrou’s other self.

Mu Zhian understood and closed his personal interface.

He didn’t know why the Friend of Villains was reacting to Wei Mengrou, but he knew it had started after she obtained the third portion of Heavenly Dao luck.

And Heavenly Dao luck was the best way to suppress misfortune.

In other words, could it be that the Friend of Villains would react strongly when Mengrou’s Calamity Body was completely suppressed?

But if the Primordial Witch was truly the first ‘Immortal Ascension’ cultivator, why was she connected to villains?

Mu Zhian didn’t know the reason, but he chose to trust Wei Mengrou.

“Huang Weifeng was rescued by a mysterious expert today. Do you have any clues, Mengrou?” Mu Zhian asked casually, changing the subject, noticing her suspicious gaze.

Wei Mengrou, her attention successfully diverted, shook her head. “I tried to secretly follow them, but they seemed to sense my consciousness and concealed their aura, escaping.”

“So it was a Dao Integration expert… But would a Dao Integration expert be… crippled? Regenerating limbs should be a simple matter for them, right?” Mu Zhian said meaningfully.

Wei Mengrou suddenly understood.

Indeed, the one who rescued Huang Weifeng was a Dao Integration expert. How could a Dao Integration expert be crippled?

“Was it intentional? But what’s the purpose?” Wei Mengrou wondered.

Mu Zhian chuckled. “The only possibility I can think of is that the crippled man is… experiencing the mortal world, living like an ordinary person, going with the flow. He only intervened because Huang Weifeng was in danger.”

Wei Mengrou said softly, “In that case, it will be difficult to find this Chosen One in such a vast world…”

“It’s actually very easy.”

Mu Zhian suddenly smiled, a playful glint in his eyes.

Wei Mengrou was stunned.

Even a Dao Integration expert would have difficulty tracking Huang Weifeng, yet Mu Zhian claimed it was easy?

“Finding someone in the Nine Provinces is like searching for a needle in a haystack.”

Mu Zhian looked at Wei Mengrou, who was now dressed in a black dress, her demeanor cold and elegant. “But if you know the specific location is in the Eastern Continent, even a specific village, it’s easy.”

“Village?” Wei Mengrou asked instinctively.

“The Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce sends supplies to a village of disabled people every month. The president of the Chamber of Commerce does this to repay the villagers for raising him.”

A faint smile appeared on Mu Zhian’s face. “If it’s not a coincidence, I think we’ll confirm my guess there.”

Wei Mengrou hesitated. “But if that person truly has the backing of a Dao Integration expert…”

Mu Zhian seemed to know what she was thinking and waved his hand dismissively. “A Chosen One is a valuable… resource. Only their immense luck can suppress your Calamity Body.”

“So, no matter what, the Heavenly Dao’s luck must become yours.”

Mu Zhian looked at the silent Wei Mengrou and smiled. “Are you going to thank me, Mengrou? Instead of that, why not call me ‘Master’ in the future?”

Wei Mengrou stood up gracefully, her attire different from usual, her jade-like feet bare as she walked towards Mu Zhian.

She placed her hands on his waist from behind, her cheek against his back, and closed her eyes, as if savoring his warmth.

Wei Mengrou hadn’t been intimate with Mu Zhian much lately, so she occasionally felt uneasy, wondering if he had grown tired of her.

But now she was completely reassured.

No matter how those vixens tempted him, he still remembered her.

A brief silence fell over them.

Mu Zhian reached out to hold Wei Mengrou’s soft hand but accidentally touched the grass beneath his feet.

The once vibrant grass was now withered, crumbling at his touch.

Mu Zhian glanced at the withered plants in the forest and discreetly looked away.

“Let’s go back.”

He turned to leave the Polar Star Forest.

But a small hand gently grabbed his sleeve.

“Wait…”

Mu Zhian paused, turning to look at the cold beauty in the black dress.

A blush colored her usually cold face, and her beautiful eyes, slightly moist, gazed at Mu Zhian intently.

Then, in a soft, seductive voice that sent shivers down his spine, she whispered,

“Are you satisfied with just… once?”

Her soft body leaned against him, enveloped in a mysterious black mist, like a woman’s hand gently caressing his face.

The faint sound of clashing chains echoed from within the mist.

Mu Zhian had never imagined that his cold and aloof maid would be so proactive.

His heart stirred, and he embraced Wei Mengrou’s waist.

Wei Mengrou’s long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her beautiful eyes were moist and filled with desire.

…

Lan Family.

The Lan family elders sat in the hall, their expressions grim.

At the head of the long table, a stern-faced man sat in a chair, looking at the elders below. “What do you think about today’s events?”

“That Huang Weifeng has a powerful backer. I’ve never seen a crippled Dao Integration expert before… We’ve offended him today,” the Fourth Elder said.

He was one of the elders who had witnessed Huang Weifeng’s outburst outside the hall.

“Not necessarily. That senior said he had a pact with Huang Weifeng’s father and would save him… It doesn’t mean they’re close. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have just taken him away. He would have demanded an explanation,” another elder retorted.

Many elders nodded in agreement.

The Lan family elders had gathered to discuss the incident with Huang Weifeng.

“Has that woman’s memorial tablet been placed in the Lan family’s ancestral hall yet?” the Grand Elder suddenly asked.

“We’ve made preparations. It will be placed there on the day of the ancestral worship ceremony.”

The Second Elder hesitated, then whispered, “But letting them return to the Lan family might not be a good thing…”

His cloudy eyes were filled with a dark glint.

“Yes, although our Lan family is powerful in the Eastern Continent, if that matter gets out…”

“Lan Qin, some things are better left unsaid. Be careful with your words,” the Grand Elder said, a sharp glint flickering in his usually kind eyes.

The elders fell silent.

Then, the First Elder, a ‘living fossil’ sitting in the corner, slowly said, “I also thought it was best not to bring Lan Pingzhi’s wife’s memorial tablet back… but now, it might be a good thing.”

“Mu Zhian clearly cares for those two sisters, and it seems to be mutual.”

“Even if something happens, he’ll protect them.”

Lan Pingzhi, sitting at the head of the table, frowned slightly. “Mutual affection? If something happens, Senior, do you really think Mu Zhian will protect them?”

The First Elder said calmly, “Our Lan family is powerful and influential in the Eastern Continent. Even putting that aside, Mu Zhian has the Jade Empress’s backing. If others know about his close relationship with those two girls, would anyone dare to offend him?”

Lan Pingzhi fell silent.

He still didn’t think Mu Zhian was reliable or worthy of his two daughters.

Lan Mulian was the number one genius in the Nine Provinces, her beauty breathtaking, and her younger sister, Lan Feiying, was alluring and talented.

What did Mu Zhian have besides the Jade Empress’s backing?

If the Jade Empress abandoned him, what would he be left with?

The Second Elder voiced Lan Pingzhi’s thoughts. “Perhaps the Jade Empress is just playing around…? After all, they haven’t faced any hardships together. Their relationship lacks… trials.”

“The Jade Empress ascended recently, and Mu Zhian seemed to be with her… She even said that Mu Zhian helped her greatly,” another elder said.

“That was just to give Mu Zhian some face. What can a Core Formation cultivator do?” the Second Elder immediately retorted.

Several elders nodded in agreement.

The First Elder looked around and suddenly whispered, “I happened to be awake on the day of the Jade Empress’s ascension. I saw the Sky God and the Earth God, two evil gods, being terrified by a ruler and fleeing for their lives.”

This sparked a discussion among the elders.

“One person terrifying two Dao Integration experts? Besides the Sect Master of the Two Polarities Sect, who else can do that?”

“Are you sure you saw correctly? The strength of Dao Integration experts shouldn’t be that different. How could the Southern Wilderness evil gods, with their strange techniques, be chased by one person without any resistance?”

Lan Pingzhi hesitated. “Senior, are you suspecting… Mu Zhian was the one who killed those two evil gods?”

The First Elder remained silent.

The Fourth Elder, listening to their conversation, also nodded slightly, about to speak.

Suddenly, something seemed to occur to him. He murmured, “A ruler…?”

Boom!

It was as if a lightning bolt had struck his mind.

His expression froze, his breathing quickened, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on his teacup.

Crack.

Cracks appeared on the teacup’s surface, and the next moment, it shattered, tea splattering everywhere.

This commotion attracted everyone’s attention. The First Elder, noticing the Fourth Elder’s strange behavior, looked at him with a gentle gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Everyone stared at the Fourth Elder.

The elderly elder calmed himself and said in a deep voice, “I saw Mu Zhian use a ruler today. Its power was terrifying, possessing divinity, surpassing even ancestral artifacts.”

Lan Pingzhi raised an eyebrow. “A ruler as a weapon is rare, but surpassing ancestral artifacts is a bit… exaggerated.”

“What kind of weapon can surpass an ancestral artifact?”

With an ancestral artifact, even a Core Formation cultivator could fight a Nascent Soul cultivator and remain undefeated.

Only ancestral artifacts could bridge the gap between realms.

What kind of weapon could surpass that?

If such a weapon existed, wouldn’t a Soul Transformation cultivator be able to fight a Dao Integration expert…?

A thought struck Lan Pingzhi like lightning, and he froze, murmuring, “A ruler… a ruler…”

His eyes widened as he stared at the Fourth Elder.

“Mu Zhian… was the one who killed those two evil gods?” he asked, his voice strained.

The expressions of the elders changed drastically.

Silence fell over the hall.

…

Two Polarities Peak.

The back mountain was quiet and cold at night. Lin Ling, her silver hair cascading down, her pure red eyes focused only on the meat buns and crystal elbow in her hands.

She devoured two meat buns, then took a bite of the crystal elbow, her cheeks bulging.

Then, she picked up Shang Yanfei’s teacup and took a sip, washing down the food.

As she ate, she sighed inwardly.

With Mu Zhian away, she could only rely on Shang Yanfei for food.

Although Shang Yanfei did feed her, she hadn’t seen Mu Zhian for a while, and she missed him.

Not because of the food, but because Mu Zhian had a pleasant… luck-based fragrance, and being near him made her feel safe.

She picked up the last meat bun and was about to take a bite.

Suddenly, she paused, tilting her head and looking towards a courtyard in the back mountain.

That courtyard was Shang Yanfei’s residence, usually quiet and undisturbed, except by her and Lan Mulian.

But tonight, she sensed something unusual.

Lin Ling tilted her head, puzzled. “Aaa?”

She could sense a vast amount of spiritual energy emanating from the courtyard.

“I am not here, but beside Shang Yanfei.”

The next moment, the silver-haired beauty appeared outside the bathhouse.

Lin Ling gently pushed the door open. The bath was filled with mist, and pink petals floated on the surface, their fragrance filling the air.

Shang Yanfei’s hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands falling across her shoulders.

She didn’t turn around. Her voice was calm and casual. “What is it?”

Lin Ling tilted her head, looking at the woman with curiosity. “Aaa?”

“This place is protected by formations. Even your word spirit ability won’t work here.”

A calm, elegant voice came from the bath.

No wonder her word spirit ability hadn’t worked earlier. Shang Yanfei had set up formations in this bath, preventing it from taking effect.

“Do you… also suffer from the burning of karmic fire?” Lin Ling asked.

Her voice was clear and melodious, but her speech was slightly awkward, as she rarely spoke due to her ‘word spirit’ ability.

Shang Yanfei gently cupped the pink petals in her hands, water droplets dripping down her ample bosom and splashing into the bath.

“Why do you ask?” she asked calmly.

Lin Ling tilted her head. “I only feel… desire… when my karmic fire burns.”

Shang Yanfei smiled faintly, glancing back at her. “You’re good in every way, except you’re too honest.”

“Isn’t honesty good?”

Lin Ling looked at the breathtakingly beautiful woman with a puzzled expression. “Your luck… seems strange.”

Shang Yanfei’s expression remained calm. “Leave first. I’ll come out after I change.”

Lin Ling stared at her, her red eyes filled with worry.

After a while, Shang Yanfei stepped out of the bath, her attire casual, her lips glossy, her long hair cascading down to her waist, her golden eyes filled with an undeniable authority.

Her usually loose-fitting dress strained against her ample bosom, accentuating her figure.

However, no matter how he looked, Mu Zhian couldn’t clearly see her face.

Or rather, even if he saw it clearly, he would forget the moment he looked away. Although her beauty was breathtaking at first glance, the inability to remember her features was always a pity.

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As she stepped out of the bath, she noticed Lin Ling’s worried expression and couldn’t help but smile faintly. “Luck is indeed important before Dao Integration, but after that, fate is in your own hands.”

“Whether you have luck or not only determines whether you’ll be punished by the Heavenly Dao.”

Seeing that Lin Ling still wanted to say something, Shang Yanfei said, “Instead of this, don’t you want to eat crystal chicken? I’ve already prepared some for you.”

She turned to take Lin Ling to the kitchen.

Suddenly, a calm, melodious voice echoed from behind her.

“All misfortune befalls me.”

A vast black mist erupted from Shang Yanfei’s body, seemingly covering the sky.

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder rumbled.

“You—!”

Shang Yanfei reacted, but it was too late. The black mist had already entered Lin Ling’s body.

Her holy white dress seemed to be burning with black flames, and her legs weakened, almost giving way.

But before she could fall, Lin Ling’s face buried itself in her ample bosom.

“Why? You finally transferred the Heavenly Dao Energy to him, and now you’ll have to suffer from the burning karmic fire again,” Shang Yanfei said, supporting Lin Ling, her expression complex.

“Aaaaa~ (I can be in trouble, but you absolutely cannot),” Lin Ling shook her head gently and whispered.

Shang Yanfei was silent for a long time.

“If you can’t endure it, go to the Lan family and ask him for help,” she suddenly whispered.

Lin Ling was stunned, then seemed to understand the meaning in her eyes. Her face burned, and she rubbed her legs together, shaking her head.

Shang Yanfei’s eyes softened, and she plucked a strand of hair, blowing on it gently.

A cold wind blew, carrying the strand of hair into the sky, where it suddenly emitted a black light and transformed into a large, black bird.

The bird’s eyes were crimson, and its aura was imposing as it circled in the sky.

Shang Yanfei ground some ink, wrote something on a piece of paper, folded it, and casually tossed it into the wind.

The black bird let out a shrill cry, swooped down, grabbed the letter in its beak, and flew towards the Lan family.

“I’ve already told him,” she said, looking at Lin Ling with a smile. “Go to the Lan family and find him.”